I want to buy a bike. A motorbike. I just had my first ride and loved it, all fast and powerful. My family would kill me if I bought one. I've been contemplating getting my bike licence for a while. Maybe it's about time I got off my ass and did it. One of my friends reckons I would kill myself in a week.

Mmmm...motorbikes...

I am feeling pretty inadequate today ( Read more... )

My boss has taken her shoes off and her feet reek. I’m surprised I can still type and haven’t passed out yet. Someone ... please ... help ... me ( Read more... )

Damien Rice’s new album is just tremble inducing, lie on the floor and cry, rock in a corner and bang your head, crazy beautiful. I love the little moments when his voice is small and gentle and vulnerable and just pure, crushing heartbreak. This is how music is supposed to make you feel. It’s just amazing and exhilarating and words can’t describe ( Read more... )

I am deathly ill. Alcohol poisoning. I had about four drinks and three shots of tequila in the space of 2.5 hours last night. At least. It's perhaps the most I've ever had to drink in such a short space of time. I've been told I was skulling the dregs of someone's white wine because someone dared me to. And I disappeared for a while. I was in the ( Read more... )

It's 2:53. I was in bed listening to my iPod and decided I'd get up and have a go at playing 'Watch Over Me' by Bernard Fanning. And now I am too awake to sleep ( Read more... )

I saw Pete Yorn last night. One word sums him up - HOT. His music is good too. I spent the entire gig with the stupid clown face smile I get when I’m at gigs and the music blows me away. He’s much better live than on CD ( Read more... )

I am pleased to announce I have broken my record for the most number of personal e-mails sent during work time. The new record is 155. 74 of those e-mails were sent to the same person. Well done J.

In other grand news, I finally have an iPod - a 30gig video. *sigh* It's so BEAUTIFUL...black, sleek and so smooth. I'm in love.

I am trying to write my review. My notes get steadily messier and unintelligble as each page unfolds. The first two pages about the support bands make sense. By the time Gersey had come on, it was several red wines later and there is only scrawl on the pages ( Read more... )

I am bfrain fucked. Jeff Buckjley's Grace is playing on Rage. It's 7:30am and IU jhave just gotten home. It's the latest night out I've had in a very long time. What was supposed to be a quiet night out reviewinfg Gersey turned out to meeting some bvery lovely people who invited me back to their plavce, disciussing politics, race and relationships ( Read more... )